Sometimes in battle that has been going on and on without a clear ending date, it was wise to know when to call a truce. That way lives, time and strength could be saved and peace could return.
At the point they were at in this particular battle, it was obvious a truce had to be called… And she, as the benevolent and beautiful princess that she was, was going to be the wise one between the two of them.
"You know what, we have both been in this place all afternoon. The evening has come and now the moonless night has even taken over. I am hungry and tired, I wish to return to my room and have a bath." Neriah explained and Rakima watched with her eyes squinted and her brows cringed as she wondered what direction the sudden speech was heading to.
"So, why not do this? Let us call a truce."
"A truce?"
